posted on May, 8 2012 @ 10:38 PM
So let me start off by saying, I'm not that big on dreams and their meanings, not because I don't think they mean anything, but because I barely
ever remember my dreams, and usually they are too messed up too understand.
But in the last week, 4 out of the past 5 days, I have had some rather lucid dreams, with scary details.
The first was during the weekend, I had a dream I was in the country, not sure where, but there was a very tiny house where I was. Like hobbit tiny. I
remember hanging out with a friend of mine and having a beer next to my truck. Then out of no where I observed a very, very, very dark storm front
moving in from what I feel like was the west. I remember pointing it out and my friend agreeing that we'd better move in soon. As I moved the truck a
bit closer to the tiny house the clouds became heavier and much darker. I remember my and I were just standing there watching, then out of nowhere
everything got very violent, very vast. I started running to the house, and I only had time to look back once, but when I did I saw three huge
twisters ripping apart the landscape. We somehow managed to get into this house (which felt much larger on the inside than it did on the outside), we
waited the storm out, and I remember once the door stopped rattling I had to go see what it had done- the landscape was completely destroyed, it
looked like something out of the game fallout. I don't remember anything else.
The second dream.
This one was brief but VIVID as hell. I was in the passenger seat of a car and driving around a much different urban setting than I am used too (IT
was very dense, I live in the suburbs) as we were driving, right off the bat I noticed a shadow covered the car, I took a look up, and there was this
jumbo jet no more than 200 feet above our heads. My exact words in my dream were "That thing is going to crash" as the plane went in and behind a
few buildings we sped up, and as we went around a corner and poked our head out the next intersection in the direction the plane went, there it was a
massive black cloud of smoke, just huge. Oddly enough I had my SLR camera with me, and I made my friend try and find the crash site so I could try and
get some photos. We drove in and around but we couldn't find the crash site. We ended up in a ghetto, where I tried to talk with the people around
who couldn't seem to tell me exactly how to get where the smoke was coming from. I don't remember much else.
And now for the most messed up one.
It started off as a chill dream, I was hanging out with friends in an urban appartment complex and I had met this really cool guy, we got to talking
and he convinced me to come see his room which was in an attic unit of this appartment. We climbed up a steep set of stairs and chilled and listened
to music. Then for some reason we had to leave, apparently I had a trip to go on. The next thing I know I walk off an airplane and I am in North
Korea, The guards... Their uniforms and straight faces are burned into my memory. For some reason a few of my girlfriends family were with me, and we
were closely watched and escorted to an "accomodation spot", I wasn't sure what was going on, but it was very obvious at this point we weren't
exactly welcomed, but they had to deal with us. The entrance of the hotel is what I remember the most. It had marble pillars all through out and a
rectangle design with all glass windows surrounding on the bottom floor. As well as a big 'statue' or Fountain with a marble circle guard rail
around, I can't remember what the statue was, but I feel like I saw a man and a dolphin. Anyways. It became very clear, something wasn't righ as
right off the bat we seperated and placed in different hotel rooms, with a guard in each room. I remember feeling trapped, and feeling hopeless. Soon
my desire to escape was leading me to desperate thoughts. I was sitting on the bed, which was in its own room, flipping my pocket knife, open, close,
open, close. When I looked out the window and saw my gf's uncle wrestling with multiple guards and it looked like he was having an easy time doing
it. At this point it gave me the courage to take action. I grabbed an ordiment off the desk walked out into the hall at the guard who as expected ran
into the room after me, as soon as he came in the room I swung him in, bending down and sticking my knife into his knee, I then promptly kicked him in
the room and locked the door. I can still hear his screams.
Running down the hallway I knew I would have to face some more resistance before getting to bottom floor where John was wrestling with a group of
guards. As soon as I came to where the elevator was a guard stepped out in a dominant position with his hands behind his back. Without hesitation, I
lunged at the poor guy sinking my pocket knife into his throat. In his hands were two pistols fully loaded. I continued down the hallway towards the
staircase, which I jumped down rather unrealistically. When I arrived outside. I noticed John was now with a few other members of the family and
somehow managed to retrieve an M16. At this point he was arguing with them about what the plan was. I ran over and told them to shut-up as the guards
were close by. There was a group of guards about 100 feet away, I told John we would slowly walk over with our guns raised and demand a helicopter to
that spot or else we would blow away them and anyone else we saw. We got our helicopter, and from what I remember we arrived at the airport and the
guards there seemed as if they had no clue how much damaged we'd actually done while contained at the hotel/appartment complex. We got on the plane
and that was it.
There you go ATS, am I going nuts, or am I just spending too much time on this site?